DR. NORMAZ WANA (DNW) | What were your favourite subjects in school?
TSR | I loved all subjects because the curriculum back then was very balanced. I wish we could return to those days! We had gardening classes every Friday morning, where each student was given a strip of garden or batas and told to make the best of that strip. It was up to us to grow whatever we wanted: flowers, chillies, anything. There were even gardening competitions!
We also had domestic Science classes where we learned how to sew, knit, or crochet. I am still able to do all these. Just give me knitting needles and wool, and I will knit anything for you! My work would never be exhibited, but that isnât the point. The point is that I am able to do it. There were basic cooking classes too.
That is why it was easy for me to handle these tasks at home because we were taught the skills in school.
I also loved science. Science excited me very much. I spent a lot of time in the library reading science books and encyclopaedias, as our family couldnât afford them. I remember how exhilarating it was to read about astronomy.
DMS | The story goes that you enrolled yourself into an English school at the age of seven, instead of attending the Malay-medium school chosen by your parents. Is this true and if so, what were your reasons?
TSR | I did go to a Malay school. The school was just behind my home, Sekolah Kampung Baru1. I was there from Standard One until Standard Three. When we were in Standard Three, a state-wide examination was conducted to determine which students could go to English schools. When the teacher asked who was interested, I put up my hand.
I didnât tell my parents that I was going to sit for that examination, because then they would expect me to do well as I was one of the top students. Finally, in October that year, I was selected to go to Convent Bukit Nanas (CBN). At the time, it was the best English school for girls, and all the top students were chosen to go there.
Once I was selected, I thought, now what do I do?
First of all, I had to buy a school uniform. Where would I get the money to buy a school uniform?
My father was the first Malay graduate of the College of Agriculture but he could not stand being dictated to by the âcolonial mastersâ, so to speak, so each time an orang putih (Caucasian) boss made him upset, he resigned within 24 hours. For us it was a big deal, but to him, it was a matter of nationalistic pride. Hence, when we were in Kampung Baru, my father was holding down various jobs to make ends meet.
My mother was hanging our clothes to dry one morning when I told her that I needed a new school uniform. She asked me what was wrong with the one I had. I revealed to her then that I had been accepted into CBN. She was very happy because she had been denied further education by her parents. My grandparents hadnât liked the idea of her going to an English school because they thought it was a school for Christians. They thought the same about me going to CBN to study. Even my friends thought so, too, but I didnât listen to them.
Fortunately, my father was an educated person, so he supported my decision, and my mother agreed to buy me a new uniform. That, however, is not the whole story.
My father taught English at Goon Institute in the evenings. I wanted to speak English like my father, as I was frustrated that I could not converse with him in English.
I told him that I wanted to study at Goon Institute and my father said that it was only for grown-ups. I stubbornly insisted, and my father finally gave in and enrolled me in an English class. But he didnât teach me. Do you know who did? Datuk Noordin Ahmad, who later became the chief of Bernama (Malaysian National News Agency). I can still remember Datuk Noordin complaining how I was such a nuisance, because he had to lift me up to a stool, as I was just a small kid. But I had a full year in Standard Three to learn English at Goon Institute. At the end of that year, I was able to converse in English very well. I was always very determined when I set a goal; I just had to achieve it!
When I went to the Special Malay Class (SMC) in CBN, I was practically the only one who could speak English. The teacher was Caucasian. While my friends were still struggling, I was conversing with my teacher. That helped me to advance in class. Technically, I was qualified for a double promotion but the school told my father that I was too young and that it would be a shame for me to skip some parts of my early education. The rest of my classmates went for a double promotion but during Form Three, some of them failed. I went the usual route and did not fail any exam. I was thankful that I didnât have to catch up on my studies like my friends needed to, but it was unfortunate that some failed their Form Three exams.
DMS | It seems that from a very young age, you instinctively set your own path, instead of following what other people did.
TSR | Well, I followed what the elders told me. The teachers, for example, taught me integrity, only they called it honesty. Perhaps integrity was too big a word for children to understand.
When I was in Special Malay Class Two in CBN, the nuns taught us that if you found a five-cent coin on the floor, you shouldnât take it for yourself, because that five cents belongs to someone else. It could be someoneâs bus ride home, or it could be someoneâs recess money (in those days, five cents was valuable but today, you would just throw it away). If you took it, then the person would be without her lunch money or worse, she would have to walk all the way home. So what you should do is to pick up that coin and hand it to a teacher. The teacher would then look for the student who had lost that five-cent coin. That is honesty. I tell you this story because it struck me so distinctly. That was my first lesson on integrity. Now people translate integrity in various ways and in bigger contexts.
I went to CBN for Special Malay Class One and Two, as well as Standard Three, and then I studied in Kota Bharu from Standard Four to Standard Six. I returned to CBN after that, and later studied at Convent Johor Bharu for two years. My father was transferred all over the country, so we had to follow him. Each and every one of those schools added something to my life in terms of lessons and experience.
The convent schools were ...